Thief Poems - Poems about Thief

Poetry Thief

Mara loves to steal from others
A skill well learned with no druthers
Paraphrase one word or two,
Hoping no one has a clue
Her poems formed from another's

Mara cannot hide behind her word crime
And pretending to, is a waste of time
Poems and words can be traced,
to a new plagiarism case
She needs to stop and find a new pastime

not wanting to be a word thief

I read poetry from forty poets last night
some of these missives were brilliant
others were stunningly fresh
I try to intentionally forget most of it
not wanting to be a word thief
or a plagiarists
I cannot fathom why any writer would use A.I.
What satisfaction could that give them?
I want my own words, my own way and no one else’s.

Betrayal's Begotten

So far, they go -
A distant throw -
Down simple snow -
Forgotten.

And yet, a maid -
Through crime, parade -
And riches swayed -
Ill-gotten.

The weak confide -
Then run to hide -
To turn the tide -
Now rotten.

A dream, they’ll fade -
The cuts, been made -
No chance, persuade -
Stained cotton.

orangutan thief

an orangutan sits in my oak tree
his nest is made of my sweatshirts three
he cuts the cheese; it blows into my nose
I know he plans to steal the rest of my clothes

my relative the thief

heedfully aware
I watch every move she makes
for she is a thief

a close relative
but none of us can trust her
hectic visiting

I safeguard my things
if someone warns me ahead
but they often dont

Fourth of July Thief

Independence Day
fountains of heavenly hues
firefly steals the show

Depression is a Thief

Depression is a thief that can rob you of all reason 
never staying the same like the changing of a season 
Depression is a liar whispering in your ear
telling you awful things that you shouldn't have to hear
Depression is a prison with bars of your own creation
keeping you trapped in a dungeon, with sorrow as

worrying is a time thief

Worrying is a pastime I do not engage in
I do not like having my time stolen by what if’s
Unless I am writing, using my imagination.
worrying is a time-thief.

TERRORIST THREATS FROM MY IDENTITY THIEF

SORRY JAY TOWNSEND HENRY YOU NEED TO CONTACT THE OVAL OFFICE AN ASK TRUMP IF YOU COULD IMPERSONATE HIS FAMILY MEMBERS HERE IN AMERICA I AM QUITE SURE HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT IMMIGRANTS CAN NOT IMPERSONATE AMERICANS AND THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS CONTACT SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND YOUR SPONSOR AND SEE IF YOU COULD BECOME

Klepto

After all these years
it's my belief
based on experience
time is a thief
all wounds it heals
they say but in truth
it took my looks
purloined my zeal
and stole my youth
no matter the cost
come what may
I'm at a loss
what can I expect today
a past that won't last
or linger longer any more
and with or without me
life goes on as before
when at

Thief of Joy

I saw a baby in the market today,
?Caught its eye and made a funny face—?
It started to laugh, a pure, joyful sound,?
And I smiled, thinking my job was done,?
Went on with my shopping, a list full of tasks,?
Much to do, you see.

Later, in the checkout line,?There they were again—mother and child.?
I made the face once

YJAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY IDENTITY THIEF

HOW MY IDENTITY THIEF SIGNED MY NAME ON MY STRUCTURED SETTLEMENT ANNUITY PAYMENTS ALLSTATE INSURANCE COMPANY SHE IMPERSONATED MY IDENTITY YJAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY BELIEVED SHE COULD CONTINUE PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST ME IN AMERICA WITH THE HELP OF HER ABUSE OF POWER BLESSINGS I REPORTED HER IN TAMPA 2003 THE FBI ARRIVED YJAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON

UNAFRAID OF JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY IDENTITY THIEF

I DON'T FEAR YOU BREAKING INTO MY HOME PUTTING STICKERS ON MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES I GUESS YOU'RE STILL STALKING ME WHAT 23 YEARS YOU ARRIVED WITH THE GUNMAN WHAT A BLESSING YOU ACTUALLY CUT YOUR HAND WHILE DIGGING THROUGH MY FAMILIES LIVES BEING THE MARTHA BREA WITCH YOU ARE TELL ME ARE YOU STILL USING MY

BEST ACTOR THE OSCAR GOES

        the thief is the best actor,
         even outside the theater,
           but in the show of life
          he steals the spotlight

Goldilocks the Trespasser

deep in the woods where shadows creep,
where secrets lurk and willows weep,
a girl in rags with locks of gold
walked paths where none but ghosts grew old.

a house she found--quaint, warm, and neat,
with honeyed air and scents so sweet,
but locked doors made her fingers twitch--
what’s theft to those who dare be rich?

inside she stepped, no fear,

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